【Hua Ning】Throat seal

It took less than half a day from interrogation to punishment.Yuanhui seemed to have been expecting him to throw himself into the trap for a long time. Almost as soon as the material was submitted, it was approved to be printed with the official seal, and then it was sent back to the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Department in the heavy rain.Hanako followed the prison guards and walked into the prison in the rising morning mist. The rag bag was replaced by a black and white prison uniform, which was still too big for him and hung loosely on her body. The cool wind came in through the gap, licking the skin mercilessly.

He has not gone through the process of going to court for sentencing, so his current status and treatment are somewhat special.In the morning, there was vague news that all the people left in the mansion had been brought back for interrogation—but in fact, most of the people left there were just working waiters, who never participated in gang fights. As soon as the news of his imprisonment spread, the family would probably abandon him directly and choose to avoid the limelight and flee elsewhere.

The law of the jungle preys on the strong - this is a rule that goes without saying on this road.

The prison guard led him through a group of staring eyes, all the way to the dark and damp innermost room.The prison cell was a single room, narrow and stuffy, with only a bed covered with straw mats, a moldy wooden table beside the bed, and low-quality pens and inks in the drawers.

Yuan Guang didn't follow - he needed to stay in the Metropolitan Police Department to deal with Yaxun Ningning, who was in a more special situation.She has just experienced abduction and kidnapping, and her nominal guardian cut off contact with her. Now she is like a lonely boat, and there is no place to stay no matter where she is sent.

But it does not matter.He comforted himself that no matter how bad the situation was, it would always be smoother than this side.

The pen in the drawer was rusted, and there was a dry thick ink on the nib. When the pen cap was unscrewed, one could smell a decaying and pungent smell.Hanako grabbed the pen holder and slammed it hard against the corner of the wall. The fragile pen tip snapped off with a crisp sound of collision, and the shattered wall ash scattered all over the floor.

"Number 2719," a voice suddenly came from the radio, accompanied by ear-piercing contention after the electric current collided.The timbre deliberately changed by the voice changer was stiff and rigid, echoing in the narrow room, it sounded a little weird, "Please don't do any suspicious behavior. Repeat, please don't do any suspicious behavior."

"Isn't someone spying on me?" Hanako waved her hand towards the radio, "Hey—can you see it? Or, can you hear it? No matter who is sitting over there, please tell the boy for me, just I said that someone will come to visit in a few days——" He paused for a moment, "Well... when the time comes, I will trouble the young man to treat me well."

The voice on the radio was silent for a moment, still as calm as stagnant water: "...please don't do anything suspicious."

Hanako curled her lips: "...stingy."

Within a week, gossip in the black market was raging—after all, Hanako had not been sentenced by the court, and the news of her imprisonment was naturally questioned.His rumored death methods are various: shooting, suicide, poisoning, strangulation, even outnumbered murder.However, my family didn't give any explanation for this, and went abroad overnight with all the money and bags. He was like an outcast abandoned by the family, and his whereabouts were unknown in the news network of the underworld.

It is rumored that I have experienced thousands of ways to die, but I don't care about it.The work and rest rules in the prison were ignored by him. Except for the necessary meals and watching the wind, he spent the rest of the time sleeping in the prison cell. It took him half a day to repair the pen with a broken nib. Yuanguang He once said that he was asked to consider applying for parole, but it was a bit troublesome to compile a touching written proof, so he settled for the next best thing, and repeatedly copied and recited when he was a child on a paper that was so fragile that it seemed that it would break with a little force. Waka to pass the time.

"——2719," when he wrote the first stroke, leaving a dazzling mark on the paper, there was the sound of the key hitting the iron railing outside the door, and it sounded like a thunderbolt in the empty corridor. It was extremely harsh.

"Come out." The prison guard shook the key in his hand, "You can go."